Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down 4 War (Pac & Biggie), artist - Kingpin Skinny Pimp. Album song 2000 RapDope Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.03.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Down 4 War (Pac & Biggie) |
Yeah |
Buster ass niggas |
You niggas don’t wanna see a nigga in |
Ya’ll still don’t understand |
So fuck em |
Know what I’m sayin? |
Fuck them niggas |
I done made it anyway nigga |
Ya’ll some bitch ass niggas |
WHAT! |
WHAT! |
WHAT! |
We can do like Pac and Biggie cuz I’m down for war |
I’m not a player hater but I gotta settle the score |
These niggas don’t wanna see me in so they talk through they nose |
They tryin to hold a nigga down but they movin too slow |
Who that nigga with that wisdom until them haters come and get me |
I be rollin with killers too for any nigga tryin to sweat me |
You can talk that killer shit and watch me walk the walk |
I’ll be doing the do while ya’ll be talkin the talk |
I was born in '73 I came up tough made me rough |
Nigga don’t dis on tape, fuck that I do |
So nigga what I dis on CD too |
Bitch we bomb back on that ass |
And just like? |
we shoot when other countries attack |
That’s why this goes out to Black Laury and Hardy |
I’ll say ya’ll alias in the future fuck ya’ll niggas and everybody |
That you fuck with |
Who don’t like Kingpin Pimp |
I hit the streets and projects just like |
Welfare and food stamps |
Most of the artists they coppin and fuckin em |
They makin the green not givin em shit |
They artists been workin so hard |
They pause for niggas that flodge and dodge |
Them boys ain’t hard |
The rules of the mob |
I’m livin that life |
I’m dealin with drug dealers |
Wiseguy niggas know the biz |
Drag you to the river kid |
I’m a playa, baby |
I thought you knew |
Any hater that try to cross me ain’t no tellin what I’ll do |
Mack in the year in this bitch |
I see more presidents in the black house |
Nigga that shoulda put me in tryin to put a nigga out |
I make your ass say «Kingpin!» |
I make your ass say «No!» |
Keep buggin and screamin nigga stop puttin that ho shit in your flow |
When us killers (genate?) |
All them haters they fake |
These trife ass niggas can’t fuck with us |
I’m talkin bout bank and rank |
Evil tats on my body from that triple six curse |
Cover my flesh forgive me God for sin and when I see dirt |
Too many motherfuckers be around me talkin bout |
Take off his neck |
But I be business bout this shit |
Where my motherfuckin checks? |
Watch them hoes cuz they slick |
And they out to get ya |
Ya’ll get richer and scarier |
I’ma touch ya and split ya, even when I first met you |
You know if you ever swing I’ll put that ass in a strecther |
It’s finna rain, pain |
How the fuck ya’ll niggas gon stop me nigga? |
Some of ya’ll niggas I wrote ya’ll nigga reps |
Motherfuckin writer to you buster ass niggas |
When ya’ll started writing ya’ll own shit |
Then we all started turnin into busters |
Ya’ll can’t stop me nigga not one of ya’ll boys |
Ya’ll gon hate me for this shit nigga |
Ya’ll gon be madder than a motherfucker |
Ya’ll gon say that nigga crazy |